MarinaNova Asylum

Oh, look at that. It's Day 285. Do you know what that means? Yes, that's right—very little.

The museum is having a display on wigs. There will be some available in the gift shop for all your beauty enhancement and disguise needs.

Oh, and once again we have guests not getting along. For shame. Tyki, I do hope you know there's no certificate for the most infractions.

Spencer Reid: Assault and Injury
Tyki Mikk: Assault and Injury

I've been remiss in your quotes. This is not an apology.

All the good music has already been written by people with wigs and stuff. —Frank Zappa

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested! Mail submissions go here!)

Hi. Today, we're talking about witches and witchcraft. We have a guest co-lecturer, so I'll be going over how things work where I'm from and Piper Halliwell [nodding over to her] will talk about her world's human-created magics.

( Witchcraft )

Questions & Discussion

[He looks at Piper again to see if there's anything else she wants to add.] Okay, so questions for either of us?

(OOC: Mingle style. Sam's comments are black. Piper's comments are in orange. Notifs are off so tag Sam and Piper during class with questions or catch him or her before or after class. Use your discretion with the links provided. They didn't necessarily cover every detail, but feel free to bring more into it. Please note Sam's canon point is toward the send of season 5, so nothing beyond that.)

[Action]

[Bobby Drake eventually got bored after spending some time touring the dome and searching for the other X-Men. And like what usually happened when Bobby got bored, he decided to do something about it. This time that something was claiming a small portion of one of the parks as his own and turning it into a winter wonderland.

He'll be there for a while, using his powers to help decorate his wonderland with multiple snowmen, a five foot snow fort with three walls, an igloo, and perhaps even a giant ice swan just because he's feeling creative. Making snow angels is a must too.]

[Video]

[Once he's done with his decorating, the Network will be greeted with his smiling icy face. This will be sure to get his friends attention if they're here.]

So what do you guys think? [He gestures to his snowy handiwork in the background with a thumb.] Pretty cool, huh.

[Video]
[the video opens to a winning smile from a boy who looks about 13 or 14]

Greetings, fellow inmates!

I've an important question to ask you all. Two, in fact. [he brandishes a smartphone, the screen of which is blank]

First, my phone is in need of sustenance. Does anyone have a Starkphone 3 power cord I could borrow for a time? I'm willing to pay!

Two, what's the Wi-Fi password? Though I suppose I shan't need that if I can't get a power cord.

[Action]
[he's poking about section 4, idly fiddling with his communicator while taking in his surroundings. He's wearing his standard costume of tunic and leggings with cowl and hood]

[he comments quietly to seemingly no one] You needn't look so disapproving, the internet can be a very important resource! And what better way to get to know my fellows than ask their help?

[[ooc note: be warned, I may have to do lots of backtagging!]]

[It's been a while since Neil addressed the Network, but here he is, folks, wide-eyed and eager.]

Is this a Visitors' Day? I thought it might be, because there are so many new people, and they haven't said anything about new inmates. I wasn't really sure if you had them here.

If there's anyone here from the City-- or anyone who visited the City, too, or from home, if anyone's come that far-- I'd like to say hello. My name is Neil, I used to run the bookshop called Bilton and Scaggs and I put on plays, from time to time.

[He grins.]

Or if you're new, and you'd like to say hello, that's great too! I hope you enjoy your visit. I know it's an odd place, but it's nice. And if it's anything like this used to be in the City, it shouldn't be long.

action.
[ the best way to deal with finding out vampires are real (and that she was dating one) right before being kidnapped to a prison is to... ask someone what's going on here, despite being told in no uncertain terms. it's somehow still unbelievable.

that's what elena gilbert's doing. she's lost and maybe in a little bit of shock, and it shows: her eyes are constantly moving, taking in her surroundings; she's quiet, opting to listen rather than question, but if someone passes her, chances are you'll find a gentle hand on your arm and an: ] Excuse me, I... Do you know what's going on? [ she's nothing if not dogged after all; didn't she just leave her world questioning and challenging a vampire?

it's funny, how that's a welcome thought to any of this. at least at home, she was home. she had two feet on the ground, even if the world as she knew it was being changed and turned upside down. but it was her world, and she knew it. she knew about vampires, but she knew stefan too. she knew and had her friends, her family - jeremy. the thought of her brother has her throat closing in worry, concern, and longing. (she's so sorry she's not there for him.)

but she can't think of leaving jeremy right now. she has to think about her circumstances. ]


video.
[ later on, elena is still shaken but she pulls out her communicator with a readying inhale to try to contact someone - because that's the hope she's clinging to, that they might give her answers. ]

I'm told there might be people here like me. [ elena starts this off abruptly, after a moment of fidgeting with the device. it's not a mode of communication she's used to, but then again it's not as if any of this is something she's used to. and she thought vampires were shocking.

anyhow, her brows furrow and she backtracks. ] Not prisoners [ don't even let her get started on that ] but people from my world. I was hoping if anyone I know is here... [ she can't be selfish and yet she wishes for her aunt jenna, for her brother jeremy, for caroline or bonnie or matt. (and despite herself, she misses stefan too.) ] Anyway, I'm Elena. It's... nice to meet all of you. [ not really, but she's polite. ]

[It seems peaceful enough on surface. Just another average evening in the dome. Get some new inmates, have lunch, put a vampire's soul back.

Tonight is the night. They'll either come together as the team she wants them to be or this will fall apart. She gave out the final assignments yesterday. Now, it's a matter of having a little faith that they'll all do their part, and this spell will work.

She can feel the weight of the stake on her belt. It's not that the wood is heavy, but what it represents is—a choice she'll have to make to whether or not to take someone else's choices away.]

(OOC: *Open in that there are areas for different people like those mentioned by name in this OOC organizational post are welcome to tag into the appropriate stage below. Unnamed force members are also welcome to encounter Spike early on or be stationed at the Headquarters. Non-DF players are welcome to tag into the Library thread as uninformed library goers who will be turned away.

Not a DF member, hate the library, and didn't get in on the ground floor, but you have an idea now? Please discuss it on the OOC post!

Stages: Encountering Spike | Headquarters | Library | Final Showdown)

[Baseball practice and the beach party are over or at least over for Kitty. The final pieces have fallen into place and they are as ready as they're ever going to be for this. No reason to drag it out.]

Who's ready to stuff a soul back inside a vampire?

Here's the plan. Listen up and you might want to rewind and replay it a couple of times. I'll make sure to speak with plenty of inflection to keep it interesting. We're going to have two primary locations.

The first is headquarters. Piper, Zatanna, Anya, and Bonnie are going to be preforming the spell. Kitty—the other one—is going to be there ready to phase them while they work just in case. We've also got a perimeter alarm I set up awhile back and some magic security fields, but I want some combat personnel on hand too. Sam, I'm volunteering you. We need you close to Rebecca in case we need to pick your brain about any last minute vampire knowledge. Tieria, it wouldn't hurt if you were there for advisory reasons yourself. Rebecca is going to be our main dispatch coordinator for this operation. Communication is key, right? Don't forget it. We're a team. We talk. It's a thing.

Now this is the part where some of you other combat kids who don't get a direct assignment step up and let me know you want headquarters protection duty. There is a chance we're not just dealing with Spike on this. Rose and Tyki both seem reluctant to let us have our way with him, and they are no joke. Rose is a vampire—strong, fast, fangs. You get the picture. Tyki can choose what he touches. It's a little like my phasing where he can be intangible but he has a lot more wiggle room when it comes to reaching inside someone and pulling things out. He's pretty close to indestructible and he has a blood-thirsty butterfly army. Which is actually true, not just a test to see if you're still listening. We don't know that there will be an attack but we want to be ready if there is. Also, no talking about the plan outside of this filter.

[Deep breath. She should have brought a bottle of water for this.]

The second important location is going to be the library. While this is happening we want to keep an eye on Spike. We've already got a special squad assigned to him and we'll need you to be there to keep him in line tomorrow night at fake-sundown. So that's me, Jack, Data, M'gann, and Wally. Jack is going to be taking point while we secure the area. Ianto is going to be running interference with anyone not involved who thought it was a good night to pick up a book.

That takes care of the mission, but everyone not volunteering to protect the headquarters needs to spread out through the rest of the sectors. We're just asking for trouble if we keep all of our efforts centralized, but you'll also be on call if something goes south on this spell. [It won't be needed to subdue Spike. She's confident her team can handle that, but if the spell has unexpected consequences or effects or someone else just decides it's a good night to make some trouble then they need to be ready.]

So, that's the plan. I feel like I need a lozenge. Who has questions? If I don't answer you Jack will.

(OOC: Plotting post/timeline of events. Everyone on the force should already know about this plan and has probably helped out in some way! Feel free to ask OOC questions over there if you feel a little behind! Jack may be jumping in!

EDIT Notifs are now off for this post. If you tag in please give me a heads up at charmedreality@gmail.com or on plurk at hauntedreality. Thanks!)

[ A punishment doesn't always have to be a terrible thing and Aidan is actually pretty excited about this potluck — not counting a small break for baseball, he's spent most of the day setting up and with a little help from his friends, the beach is looking pretty great. There are tables set up for the food, legs buried deep in the sand for stability and plenty of blankets and beach towels to hang out on. Candles are shoved down into the sand, ready to be lit as the sun sets and he's already got a good fire going in the fire pit, ready for barbeque.

With the waves lapping at the sand, the breeze in the palm trees and the slowly sinking sun, it really couldn't be a more perfect time for a casual party at the beach. Come one, come all, mingle away! ]

[Video - Open]

Good morning. As the wardens announced yesterday, Helen is gone. The clinic is open again. For the time being I, Dr. Martha Jones, am the new owner as someone has to be labeled the owner. Anyone who needs medical attention that we can look over, you're welcome at the clinic.

To all medical staff, this was rather quick. Any questions or concerns you have, by all means please come talk to me. I'll be at the clinic all day.

[Action - Clinic - Open]

Martha can be found going through the inventory, making sure they have all their supplies and that the clinic is in good order. Mostly, she wants to make sure the wardens decision is OK with the rest of the doctors here. She hadn't meant to become the owner mainly because she didn't see why there had to be an owner. It was a prison. Weren't the wardens the owners? But then again, she hadn't minded taking orders from Helen. She barely knew the other doctors here... she likely wouldn't take orders from them unless she had to.

[ It had been three days since the that fascinating if slightly terrifying day of dreams and it was very interesting how much of it all that he remembered from it.

That was part of the reason that Facilier had stayed at home up until now, trying to figure out what had happened not to mention writing up anything that had felt valuable.
Which leads up to today, all through the day you will be able to find the dark tall man in the library in sector 2, looking up everything he can about dreams.

More specifically Shared Dreams. ]

Has anyone seen Elena Gilbert today? I've been looking for her and I'm starting to think that she's gone home. I just need to be sure.

Thanks.

[That's all she needs to say at the moment, but Bonnie still keeps her communication device on.]

[ Video ]

Hello! I'm not going to steal your attention for long — I just wanted to let everyone know that I'll be moving into Sector 3 today. In case anyone was planning any surprise visits.

Ianto, Jack... you've been really great neighbors. We need to keep having coffee and pie dates, okay? No excuses.


[ Action ]

[ Chuck will be making her way from Sector 4 to Sector 2, wearing... well. Not a whole lot. You can't surprise your boyfriend like this after you've moved in together after all. It'd be weird! Obvious warning for adult themes in the thread with Ton Phanan. ]

[Scenario 1]

[Kitty is on Patrol around the dome. Does she catch you doing something wrong? Are you in need of help? The DF is here to save the day! Or, at least, Kitty is!]

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[Scenario 2]

[Bayville High. The principal has given the X-kids detention when all they did was stop the Brotherhood from causing more trouble. Kitty is frustrated because it ruins her perfect record. Breakfast Club, anyone?]

Dream 1 The ship was stopped, his crew was gone, and he was shot. It seemed like a hopeless cause as he stumbled through the ship to fix himself up and get the ship back in running order.

[OOC: Really, if you don’t know the plot and you want to find out more about it, you can read it here I’m happy to play out any bit of it. Perhaps you’re a crew member who refused his orders. Or maybe you’re a marauding pirate who’s here to kill him. You can get to him before he gets shot… I’m game for anything!]

Dream 2 Adolescence. Teen Mal is on a horse, busy rounding up the cattle. He also has chores to do, and schoolwork. Not real schoolwork mind you - the stuff his mom makes him do.

[OOC: Are you a ranch hand? Or a good friend from a neighboring farm? Or just some random stranger stopping by for the night.]

Dream 3 Mal sat up half naked in bed. He thought he heard a knock. He padded, barefoot, over to the ladder and opened the hatch, looking up at the shadowy form. “Inara? That you?” he called out.

[OOC: IF this goes into sexy territory, I prefer fading to black]

Where was the tattoo parlor when we were all in different bodies? That would have made things more exciting. [Not that she ever would have done that to M'gann.]

But seriously, who would let a robot tattoo them? Except that baseball guy with the butterfly. Does anyone even go to them to get their hair cut?

[And a pause.] I mean the enemy prison robots. Not, you know, android prisoners. [Did it get awkward?] Anyway... [Good way to end things.]

[Have a Yuuri looking at you, Marina. He looks a little different today. His cheek is adorned with a temporary butterfly tattoo.]

If you go to the tattoo parlor don't tell them to surprise you. Surprises are bad!

[At least it's a very nice butterfly tattoo?]

And we don't have baseball practice again until Day 272, but you should all be there because you should all join the team. [Pause.] Why didn't I just get a purple dragon tattoo? [His team name.]

Hello, everyone!

[Behold, a wild Neil appears! Looking vaguely bemused, but all in all cheerful.]

It’s been ages since I had to introduce myself like this-- I’m out of practice. My name is Neil. I got here a few days ago, with my friend Todd. We came here from a place called the City, which was a little like this-- most of the people living there came from different worlds, or at least a lot of us did.

[He pauses, all too aware that this sounds a little nuts, but hey. It would've sounded crazier if they'd ended up in a proper self-contained universe, right?]

And things like yesterday-- with all those little furry things-- would happen every couple of days, too. Or other kinds of... Well, we called them curses, though I don't think you have anything exactly like it. But, I guess, we're used to strange things.

[And he smiles brightly.]

Anyway. I was speaking to the-- to one of the Wardens, yesterday morning, and she suggested I ought to get involved in some activities here.

[Because Neil wants his stuff back. His books, how is he supposed to get by without the few ones he packed?]

So I thought I'd introduce myself, and ask for some suggestions. Where should I start?

[ It's been a long day of being outside cuddling fluffy little animals and Chuck is more than happy to finally be home, key turning cheerfully in the lock... and that's when the happiness ends and the tribble tsunami begins. In every nook and cranny, every cupboard, drawer and box, every available surface and some she didn't think available at all.... tribbles.

She's waded her way to the bedroom when the feed starts, Gadget the puppy protectively clutched to her chest and tribbles tribbles tribbles did I mention the tribbles. TRIBBLES. ]

Haha. Very funny. I hope you know things are just going to get worse from now on, buster! Consider this an official declaration of war!

[First thing anyone can see on the feed is a pile of tribbles. Nothing unusual, right? Purring away and wiggling as they do. Only a blond head emerges a little, blue eyes blinking a little as Quatre somewhat emerges to pet one of the quieter creatures. He's looking somewhat better than the last couple times he's shown up on the network, at least a smile tries to form that isn't strained to hell and back.]

It doesn't seem to matter, but does anyone know what these guys eat?


[OOC: That's right, Quatre's buried in a pile of tribbles!]